Thursday, August 30, 2007

Saint of Darkness - Mother Teresa



Ten years after her death Mother Teresa seems to be stirring up some controversy. The controversy is so significant, in fact, that many major television networks, magazines and radio programs are covering it with much interest and mystery. Mother Theresa even made the cover of Time Magazine: The Secret Life of Mother Theresa. http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1655415,00.html

The controversy? A new book: Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light which contains the personal correspondence of Mother Theresa which reveal that she suffered from spiritual dryness questioned the presence of God in her life. This is spiritual experience is commonly referred to as a dark night of the soul. What is unique here is that Mother Theresa's "night" lasted about 50 years! And would have guessed? In such a state one does not feel the love or presence of God; one may feel abandoned by God and even question God's existence. While most of us have probably struggled and suffered moments of this in our lives the world seems surprised and even scandalized that a woman who will most likely will be canonized a saint in the next few years endured the same struggle as the rest of us.

Here is an excerpt from one of her letters that gives us an insight to her suffering:
"Lord, my God, who am I that You should forsake me? The Child of your Love — and now become as the most hated one — the one — you have thrown away as unwanted — unloved. I call, I cling, I want — and there is no One to answer — no One on Whom I can cling — no, No One. — Alone ... Where is my Faith — even deep down right in there is nothing, but emptiness & darkness — My God — how painful is this unknown pain — I have no Faith — I dare not utter the words & thoughts that crowd in my heart — & make me suffer untold agony. So many unanswered questions live within me afraid to uncover them — because of the blasphemy — If there be God — please forgive me — When I try to raise my thoughts to Heaven — there is such convicting emptiness that those very thoughts return like sharp knives & hurt my very soul. — I am told God loves me — and yet the reality of darkness & coldness & emptiness is so great that nothing touches my soul. Did I make a mistake in surrendering blindly to the Call of the Sacred Heart?"
— addressed to Jesus, at the suggestion of a confessor, undated

Your reaction?

I have been dumbfounded by some of the responses her letters have received. Some have called Mother's Theresa's "secret life" hypocritical and claim that these "secret letters" are a scandal to her life and the Catholic Church. What? Once again, a secular society shows their absolute ignorance of things divine and spiritual. It is true that Mother Theresa questioned her own hypocrisy: "I spoke as if my very heart was in love with God — tender, personal love....if you were [there], you would have said, 'What hypocrisy." However, what some claim to be hypocrisy is quite the opposite, it is heroic saintly love.

Can you imagine what life would be like if we all went around only speaking and acting according to how we felt? Try that on your boss some day, or in your marriage, or with your kids. In fact, I think many do just that as evidenced by our increased secular and divorce-mentality society that says "just do it...if it feels good". Implied, of course, is "and don't do it if you don't feel like it". A hypocrite is one who believes one thing but says and does another. On this account, Mother Theresa is not only acquitted but commended. She was woman of deep faith and heroic love for God and his poor, only without the loving sentiments to go with it.

Although this darkness and doubt that surrounded 50 years of her life is getting all the press, imagine how much greater must her faith and love been to be able to securely and even joyfully carry her through her pilgrimage on earth to her Light. Jesus gave us the parable of the fool who built his house on sand. "The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and buffeted the house. And it collapsed and was completely ruined." (Mt 7:26-27) Mother Theresa's house of faith was built on rock: "The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and buffeted the house. But it did not collapse" (Mt 7, 25). In fact, Mother Theresa's house of faith flourished so much that she became recognized all over the world by Christians and non-Christians alike as a modern day saint.

Mother Theresa's letters detailing her longstanding spiritual struggle has shaken or perhaps shattered many people's idea of what a saint is. A saint is someone who loves like Christ. Therefore, to be a saint one must know Christ and be profoundly united to him in his Word (Scripture) and the Sacraments, especially the Eucharist and Reconciliation, and must live out this personal relationship with him in one's daily life though one's actions and words.

So what does a saint look like? "For every tree is known by its own fruit." (Lk 6:44) Notice, Jesus doesn't say that we are known by how we feel, but by our fruit. Jesus said this right after teaching the crowd about Christian discipleship. He taught them the Beatitudes, to love your enemies; to do to others what you would have done to you, to be merciful and not to judge one another. In others, a Christian is not merely one who believes in Jesus and agrees with what he taught, but one who lives it out. "For whoever does the will of my heavenly Father is my brother, and sister, and mother. (Mt12:50). There has never been any doubt that Mother Teresa did the will and work of God and did so with joy despite her spiritual darkness. This makes her all the more holy because it required nothing less than heroic love. Her ministry of working with the poorest of the poor was incredibly hard physical and spiritual work and required a miraculous amount of faith and virtue.

Lessons to Learn from Mother Teresa.

Most of us struggle with faith; that is part of the nature of faith. There was a man who approached Jesus and said "'Teacher, I have brought to you my son possessed by a mute spirit'. Then [Jesus] questioned [the] father, 'How long has this been happening to him?' He replied, 'Since childhood...but if you can do anything, have compassion on us and help us." Jesus said to him, “‘if you can!' Everything is possible to one who has faith." Then the boy's father cried out, "I do believe, help my unbelief!" (Mk 9: 17, 22-24) I wonder of that was Mother Teresa's prayer; it is sometimes our own, and it is a holy faith-filled prayer. Remember, neither God's existence nor his love for us cannot be judged by our feelings. God has always and will always exist and he will always be closer to us than we are to ourselves. Sometimes will feel God's love - spiritual consolation - and other times we feel nothing - spiritual desolation. St. Ignatius has much mission wisdom to offer to us in this respect: http://www.ccel.org/ccel/ignatius/exercises.xix.i.html

While the length of time that Mother Teresa carried her cross of spiritual desolation is quite rare, her experience is quite common. Not only did St. John of the cross, who wrote a book entitled Dark Night of Soul, St. Therese de Lisiuex, Dorothy Day, and St. Theresa of Avila suffer tremendous spiritual darkness but so did Jesus. This can be reasonably concluded from his 40 days in the desert, the Garden of Gethsemane (Take this cup from me, but not my will but yours be done") and of course from the Cross "My God, My God why have you forsaken me"? Jesus was suffered physically and spiritually. He wasn't feeling full a lot of love but pain and desolation, nonetheless, he "gave himself up to death, a death he freely accepted" (Eucharistic Prayer III). When Jesus told us that the cost of discipleship meant taking up one's cross and following him this included the cross of spiritual desolation, of loving through the dark night of our lives.

Prior to Mother Teresa's 50 years of spiritual dryness she was also blessed with extraordinary, supernatural consolation. In her early letters, she speaks of having received visions of Christ and hearing his voice as distinctly and surely as we hear one another's voice. This sweet encounter with Christ would nourish and sustain her for the rest of her life. Although the sweetness of these experiences would later be replaced by dynes, they were - then and forever - real and would sustain her for the rest of her life. She had consecrated her life to Christ to be like Christ to be united to him and closely as possible and suffering - the cross - is the most painful and fruitful way. The resurrection only comes by way of the cross.

Mother Teresa's letters teach us how to pray like a saint. How many of us say "I don't feel anything when I pray" and assume they're not "doing it right" or that they're not the "praying type". Mother Teresa and her sisters spent 2 hours in prayer before the Blessed Sacrament every day. Prior to the publication of her letters many probably assumed she enjoyed prayer and was probably gifted with some special consolation. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Mother Teresa teaches us that we don't pray in order to feel good nor can we judge the value of our prayer based on how we feel. She teaches us about real faith. Prayer is act of love and faith in a God who does exist and listens and answers us according his will, not ours. She teaches us perseverance. It's easy to pray when all is well and feels well; it takes faith, hope, love and courage to prayer when you don't feel a thing - for 1 day or 50 years!. The fruit of prayer is not consolation - although God sometimes gives us that grace - but fidelity lived out in loving service to one another, with a preferential option to the poor.
Mother Teresa teaches us about relationships. Our love for one another and for God often mirrors one another. We can learn from Mother Teresa not only how to love God but how to be faithful and loving to one another even when are void of all sentiments of love. Fidelity requires us to love and live up to our promise to love, honor and respect our spouse till death do us part; to love our parents and children who are not always reciprocal in expressing their love; to Christ in the poor - "whatever you did for the least of my brethren you did it for me" (MT 25:40), and when I was hungry you gave me to eat..."(Mt 25:35).

Many men and women throughout history have been inspired and converted to Christ through reading the lives of the saints "on whose constant intercession we rely for help (Eucharistic Prayer III). Read the life of Mother Teresa, read her letters, read a book on the lives of the saints, it should sit next to your bible and the catechism. Together with the Sacraments we are strengthened in faith and love to go out into our corner of the world - our home, schools, and places of work and play - to be Christ for one other.

Time Magazine quotes Mother Teresa saying "If I ever become a saint, I will surely be a saint of darkness". What a wonderful saint to pray to in our times of desolation and darkness, not to take it away but help us love through it with love and joy. She is a saint of divine Light.
Be a saint!

Mother Teresa, pray for us.

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Thanks to Dr. Paul Ford for passing along the following incredible radio interview with Father Brian Kolodiejchuk, editor and co-author of "Come Be My Light: The Private Writings of the Saint of Calcutta," principal advocate for Mother Teresa's cause for canonization, and co-founder of Missionaries of Charity Fathers and Reverend James Martin, Associate Editor of America Magazine and author of "My Life with the Saints": http://www.onpointradio.org/shows/2007/08/20070830_a_main.asp

Monday, August 6, 2007

I Sang and I Cried

I hadn't really performed live music in public for about 14 years....that is, until Friday. I joined another guitarist, pianist and about 20 friends at a local bar & restaurant to play some music. We all had fun!


There was a parade on the street outside the church Saturday morning which meant we couldn't have Quinceaneras or weddings in the morning. In other words, I got to sleep in a little longer than usual. Saturday was also the the memorial of St. John Vianney, the patron Saint of parish priests. I went to confession, returned some phone calls and emails and then celebrated Mass in the rectory chapel with a friend. I spent some time in prayer reflecting over the readings for the weekend and worked on my homily. I heard confessions from 4:30-5:25 and then celebrated Mass at 5:30. I was back at the rectory at 7:00pm, changed clothes and headed over to a friends house for a party. For the second night in a row - and yet only the second time in 14 years - I was playing some live music in public. We managed not to embarrass ourselves too much and enjoyed the music and seeing some old friends.

Although it had been a LATE night I was outside the church with a cup of coffee greeting parishioners coming to the 7:45am Mass. I did the same for the 9:30 and 11:15am Masses and listened and spoke to a lot of people. I was so glad to see a young couple that I married last year coming out of the church. We talked for a while until I noticed there was a homeless man waiting patiently to talk to me. I walked over to the office with him to help him get a hotel for the night. A lady who frequently comes to the church with her children sought me out looking for money to get into an apartment. After addressing that I walked back in the office and found a man and woman in tears waiting to speak to a priest. They told me what I've heard too many times already in one year of priesthood: "my son was murdered last night ." I could feel my heart sink. They were still in shock, unable to really comprehend that their 31 year old son was shot to death just hours earlier. After praying and spending time with them I went to the kitchen ate a sandwich in about 3 minutes, changed clothes and went to the gym. I ran 5 miles and felt like I had the energy to run another 10! As I sat in the locker room I felt a rush of sorrow that almost drew me to tears. I don't know why! What was it about this couple and their son - if that's what it was -that was affecting me so much. I've been in similar situations before; why was this one really getting to me?

I returned to the parish to celebrate the 5:30pm Mass. From the very beginning I struggled to keep my composure - not a common occurrence for this Irish priest. I began my homily the same way as did at the previous Mass until I mentioned my meeting with this couple. I had to pause a moment to catch my breath and composure as I struggled, though successfully, to continue my homily. The church was silent, absolutely silent.

I begged the congregation not to be like the fool of the Gospel who hoarded his bountiful harvest for himself but to give, give, and give, recognizing that everything we are and have is a gift from God to be generously and gratefully placed at the service of others.

During the Eucharist Prayer, words such as Son; This is my body; this is my Blood; given up; shed for you; See the victim whose death has reconciled us to yourself; Gather your children wherever they may be, struck me. It was a beautiful but painful conversation with the Father. As I distributed Communion I wasn't able to get the words "the Body of Christ" to come out every time. I saw that I wasn't the only one with tears on my cheeks and a runny nose.

After Mass, the line of people formed and I blessed people - young and old - religious articles, and listened to people's joys and sorrows. A kind couple invited me to dinner and I gratefully accepted. Off to El Torito Grill for some good food, a tall blended drink, and a lot of talk about Angles' baseball. Refreshing - until I got home.

I had a voice mail. It was my Mom. I didn't listen to the voice mail, I just called her back. "You're aunt June died".

That was my weekend.
I sang and I cried.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

The face of a priest







From Rock n' Roll to Rectory



FOR ORANGE COUNTY CATHOLIC
DIOCESAN NEWS




From Rock n’ Roll to Rectory


The the following was written in anticipation of my ordination to the priesthood for the Diocese of Orange, in California, May 10, 2006.

My decision to enter the seminary in 1997 came as a surprise to some, and my ordination to the priesthood two months ago came as a surprise to others. This seems to be a trend in my life. My mother had just given birth to my brother, Robert Manson, on May 25, 1971 at Westminster Hospital when she was told for the first time she was having twins! Can you imagine that surprise? I was born seven minutes later. My brother Brian was trying to celebrate his 2 birthday that very same day and my brother Dan, 7 years old a the time, wasn’t sure what to make of it all.

I am the son of Joe Manson, an Irish immigrant, and LaRue Manson, a native Californian. My family was very active at Blessed Sacrament Church and Blessed Sacrament School, which was staffed by a vibrant Irish community of Columban priests and nuns. The heart of my priestly vocation can be found precisely at this intersection of family and Church.

I grew up in an environment where Christ was constantly present. Home, church and school life were interconnected. From an early age I sensed that Christ was alive, present and somehow active in and around me. I learned about charity and the devotional life and how the two must always work together.

I enjoyed soccer, football, basketball, playing guitar and singing. In addition to my baseball card collection I also collected A New Priest’s Vocation Story holy cards. I was intrigued by the lives of the saints. Perhaps it comes as no surprise to you that at the end the 8th grade I told my parents I wanted to enter the seminary to become a priest. (I must admit I was torn between becoming a priest and a professional soccer player. After Father McGuinn informed me—much to my disappointment—that I couldn't be both, I settled on the priesthood.) This is where the story takes a long and unexpected turn.

My parents, together with the parish priest and the school principal, decided that it would be in my best interest to first attend a nonseminary high school. Following my brothers’ lead, I entered Mater Dei High School. With 1,200 girls in one school, I quickly suffered from a serious case of “amnesia;” that is to say, I completely lost any and all recollection of ever wanting to become a priest! Friends, sports, music and just being a teenager only added to these symptoms. I played soccer my freshman year, was very involved in the music department, played guitar and sang in a rock band. Meanwhile, the Catholic community and environment at Mater Dei helped me to keep God a part of my life. In 1989, at the end of my senior year at Mater Dei, I once again approached my parents to share my big plans for the future. (Deep breath). “I’ve decided not to go to college,” I said. “Instead, I’m going to continue playing in the rock band.” (Parents gasp!). The way I saw it then was: I love music; life is about doing what you love and so I would become…a musician.

I worked as a waiter during the day and played music in clubs at night. We had the rock “look” (one that definitely would not have met the dress code at Mater Dei) and the rock sound! Fame was just around the corner, or so we thought. After a few years of playing clubs in Orange County, Los Angeles, and San Diego, the unthinkable, the unimaginable occurred to me for the first time: there was the possibility—ever so slight—that our band was not going to “make it.” (I gasp)

With my hair pulled back in a ponytail, I got a “real job” working part-time with my brother for a finance company while continuing to play the clubs at night. I quickly learned that a steady paycheck and weekends off weren’t such a bad way to live after all! I quit the band and became a businessman. I worked six years for a Fortune 500 company in California, New Jersey and Chicago. Living on the 39th floor of my Lake Shore Drive apartment and working next to the Sears Tower in Chicago as an associate account executive, life had turned out really well. I was making good money, traveling to Europe in the summers and to California for long weekends.

In the winter of 1996, when I was 25 years old, I decided to write some goals and objectives for the coming year. This simple project proved to be life-changing. I had already achieved more than enough to know that more of the same—money and status—were not the answers I was looking for. I was dating and assumed it was just a matter of time before I found the “right one” and got married; however, this prospect didn’t seem to bring me much consolation. After reflection, I realized that I had not allowed God to be a part of my life for a long time. I returned to the sacrament of reconciliation after many years and began to attend Sunday Mass regularly. Eventually, I started to go to Mass during the week on my lunch break and got involved with some local charities.

I loved my job, Chicago, and working with the elderly. My life was back in order. (Note to self: always watch out when you invite God into your life). Once again, something unthinkable and unimaginable happened to me: I started to feel intrigued by the priesthood. I had no idea why I felt this way until at some point the “amnesia” subsided and I remembered for the first time since I was 15 that I had once wanted to become a priest. Imagine that surprise! The desire to become a priest returned and it continued to grow within me. At the same time, the thought of becoming a priest scared me. I tried to convince God he had the wrong guy. “I’m not the priest-type,” I said. I just wanted to be a good Christian husband, father and businessman. God pursued.
I entered the seminary in 1997 and completed six years of priestly formation in Boston before returning to Orange County in 2003 and completing my studies. I am very grateful to the parish communities of Blessed Sacrament, San Francisco Solano, St. Hedwig and Immaculate Heart of Mary where I have lived, learned and discerned my call to the priesthood. With the support and guidance of family, friends and many Catholic organizations, I was ordained to the priesthood for the Diocese of Orange on June 10. I am currently serving as a parochial vicar at Our Lady of Guadalupe Church in La Habra.
God loves to surprise us and to do the unthinkable and unimaginable in our lives. It is important to remain open to God’s will at every stage of our lives. Might God be calling you the priesthood or religious life?

Day 1


In case there were not enough bloggers out there....I am Fr. Brendan and I'd like to share my life with you because I think you might find it a wee bit interesting and even miraculous. In a world desperate for miracles and hope my life is full of both, not because of who I am but because of who God is. I am a Catholic priest and this is my life...